Romance Biker Books Novels & Stories

The bike skidded into the trees. Three bikes left. Getting closer. Maya pushed the car harder. Eighty. Ninety. The old engine screamed. One bike pulled alongside. The rider raised a gun. Jake shot first. The rider fell. The bike crashed. Two bikes left. They hit the highway. Maya merged without slowing. Cars honked. Swerved. She kept going. The bikes followed. One pulled up on the left. Maya swerved into it. The bike wobbled. Fell back. "Exit ahead," Dominic said. "Take it."

It shows me that maybe this biker who makes me feel things I thought I would never feel again could have a deeper interest in me besides the ride he wishes to take my body on. I am woman enough to admit that I get a sick satisfaction out of it. A woman can always dream right? Maybe, DJ is right, after all, maybe I can charm the biker with my sexual moves. If there is one thing, I'm sure of, it's that I'm great in bed. Which brings the reason as to why I had such a hard time when Landon screwed me over. At least with River, I'll know exactly what I'm getting. A one night stand of hot sex with a big bad biker.

she began still finding herself nervous as Brick, the name she came to know the handsome biker by, leaped over the countertop and cornered her against a nearby wall. He was quite an impressive sight standing before her at his full towering height, suddenly and inexplicably shirtless aside from the obvious black leather biker cut and the same hypnotic grey eyes that she couldn't look away from as he leaned down and crushed his lips into hers as the heat between them seemed to take hold of their mutual senses.

she tried again. “Hold on,” he barked. She did—more because she had no choice than because she wanted to. The bike shot forward, tires spitting gravel as they tore out of the alley. Wind slapped her helmet, the city blurring past in streaks of neon and shadow. She kept replaying that blond man’s smirk in her head, the way he’d said that girl like it meant more than just Emily Reyes. They didn’t stop until they were across the river, the hospital and its questions far behind. Jax pulled the bike into the covered space behind an old brick warehouse. The engine cut out, leaving them in thick silence, broken only by the ticking of cooling metal.

Ryder had lost his damn mind letting her race. I pushed forward, weaving between riders, and kept her in sight. Every bump of the track, every swing of her bike, made my chest tighten. And then I saw a Red Fang biker moving in on her, too close. His handle scraped hers, trying to shake her. For half a second, I thought she was gone. My heart jumped straight to my throat. But she didn’t fall. She held steady, stubborn as hell. I could almost hear her voice saying she didn’t need anyone’s help.

“As I said earlier, I’ve had enough drinks and I would love to be on my way home.” The biker chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, I think you are," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. "You see, I've been watching you all evening, and I can tell you're not like the other girls here. You've got a certain... spark in your eye. And I think I'd like to hear more about what makes you this thick. That ass makes my dick hard. C'mon, stop playing hard to get." I rolled my eyes, unimpressed. "Save it, biker boy," I said. "I'm not some damsel in distress waiting to be swept off her feet. And even if I was, I'm not sure you'd be my type."

Only Knives! Not very surprising. The man was annoying as fuck! And totally unfair! Hell, I helped him escape, and how did he thank me? By kidnapping me, that’s how! And now – to top it all off – he was making me feel things that I didn’t want to. And unfortunately, I’d read enough romance novels to know that what I was experiencing was an attraction. Yeah, not only was I a coward, but I was also the kind of loser to feel attracted to the big, sexy biker that had captured me. He was rude, full of shit, and I felt attracted to him.

I didn’t want him to think I was ogling him as the package and not the bike-- oh God no! I still can't have anything to do with any man until I've done away with Oliver for good. It'd be unfair to cheat emotionally with whoever I'll be with right now and a biker? Damn, that's far from it. They tend to be wild, dangerous, toxic- I've read a lot of biker romance and good Lord, it's about biker gangs and shit. No, thanks, I'll pass. I turned my head to steal glances at him again when I suddenly saw the biker's helmet right next to my window.

My hands trembled in my lap and I clenched them into fists, nails digging into my palms until they burned. The car rolled to a stop in front of massive wrought-iron gates. Beyond them stood a sprawling mansion, dark and imposing against the evening sky. Bikers moved around the courtyard, some repairing bikes, others sparring shirtless with knives glinting in the last rays of sunlight. Wolves padded between them, their eyes reflecting the headlights like liquid gold. My breath caught in my throat. This wasn’t just some biker gang. It was something else. Something ancient and terrifying. And why did they have wolves as....pets?

Prologue Athena I can’t breathe. The weight of him presses me into the mattress, solid and scorching, and my lungs forget how to work the moment Tristan Blackwood moves inside me. Slow. Deliberate. Like he’s marking territory he’s always known belonged to him. My biker Alpha. My mistake. My ruin.